"Pavilion master, Feng Yu Zhen has something to ask to see. Outside the room, a loud voice came in, and I could vaguely hear that I was very anxious.

The look of wistfulness on Jiang Zhirou's face gradually faded, replaced by a serious color, and the majesty was fully revealed.

At this time, she is no longer a sleepy little woman, as if she is a majestic empress, sitting on a throne and looking at the world, looking down on the ministers, and pointing out the country.

She raised her slender hand and pressed the black veil covering her delicate body, her beautiful eyes burst out of the crimson curtain, looked out of the room, and said sharply: "Come in." ”

Feng Yuzhen pushed open the door, walked and ran, walked in a hurry, and rushed to the depths in a hurry, and the whole person could no longer see the calm and relaxed appearance of the past.

On his handsome face, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a faint look of worry between his eyebrows, and he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ji Wuchen, and hurriedly shouted: "Wuchen, Yanran is gone." ”

"Boom...", the sentence sealed by Zhen was undoubtedly a sudden thunderbolt in the clear sky for Ji Wuchen, and it exploded in his ears. The shock made him delirious, as if in a dream, his legs were weak, he staggered two steps, his complexion changed suddenly, like turning a book, and at first glance he had a look of anxious white face.

Ji Wuchen pretended to be shocked, his uncontrollable body trembled slightly, but he had already betrayed his turbulent state of mind.

He looked at Feng Yuzhen with blank eyes, the corners of his mouth trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "What, what's the matter?"

"Two hours ago, Chu Lao came to me, and I only learned. Then I turned around and chased out, and there was no trace of the land within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. Also, the tiger spirit was almost slapped to death by Yan Ran's palm. ”

Ji Wuchen took a deep breath, controlled the raging emotions in his heart and gradually subsided, and the impetuous color on his face slowly faded, showing a calm and calm demeanor.

Hearing Feng Yuzhen's words, he felt unbelievable in his heart, and even more uncomfortable, how could Xiao Yanran be the opponent of the tiger spirit, and he was hit hard with one palm, this incident did not happen in front of him, Ji Wuchen was really unbelievable.

"Wuchen, meditate on Xiao Yanran's appearance in my heart, I'll help you find it. In the depths, the crimson curtains fluttered and danced, and a majestic warbler sounded out.

"Thank you, seniors. Ji Wuchen bowed deep and saluted, his attitude was extremely sincere and sincere.

Then, he straightened up, closed his eyes, and a picture came to mind...

A quiet green bamboo forest, like a sea of jasper. Verdant, vibrant, slender and feminine. The bamboo forest is dotted with wild flowers, which complement each other with the green bamboo, competing for beauty.

A graceful figure stopped alone in the bamboo forest, the breeze came slowly, blowing the green leaves rustling, gently brushing the isolated figure in the forest, messing up her three thousand hairs, and also dancing her pale pink dress.

This beautiful shadow seemed to notice that there were a pair of fiery eyes behind her, and she suddenly looked back. A peerless face with exquisite facial features is so flawless, with a hint of gentleness and tenderness in the tranquility. The eyes are like a clear spring, clear and bright, mixed with a trace of panic and hesitation.

......

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared, and it swept through the entire attic.

The crimson curtains fluttered and danced, and the purple veils on the blazing gold lattices swayed and swayed by the strong wind. The strings of beads hanging under the tulle made a crisp and pleasant sound, and the colorful beads shimmered with brilliant light, shining like stars.

Ji Wuchen and Feng Yuzhen were forced back by this gust of wind, and looked up into the depths. The jade couch covered by the curtains was very silent and silent. Presumably, Jiang Zhirou has already set off and stepped into the outside world.

In a side room, there is a rugged and burly figure lying on the wooden collapse, the signs of this person's life and breath are very weak, like a gossamer, dying, wandering on the edge of life and death.

An old man walked up and down the room with his hands behind his back, his wrinkled face full of impatience, and his mouth sighed again and again.

"Old Chu, how is the situation of the tiger spirit. ”

Ji Wuchen and Feng Yu entered the room and stepped into the wing.

Chu Lao looked up at Ji Wuchen, as if he had found the backbone, and he hurriedly surrounded him.

"Dustless, you're here. ”

Ji Wuchen stood on the edge of his body, looking at the unconscious tiger spirit, and his ordinary face overflowed with shame.

"What the hell is going on?" Ji Wuchen's face was anxious, and he asked Chu Lao in a deep voice.

Before Chu Lao could speak, Feng Yuzhen took the lead in talking: "Don't worry, let's take a look." ”

When he raised his hand, a bronze ancient mirror like the silence of the water surface was suspended in the air, exuding a breath of the vicissitudes of time that had passed through the ages. The mirror body is engraved with the image of the moon and stars, shining with brilliance. The smoke on the mirror surface danced, and the hazy color slowly faded, reflecting the picture of the Daozang Pavilion.

The view in the mirror is crystal clear and unobstructed. Ji Wuchen frowned tightly, holding his breath and staring silently.

The three of them watched the animal skin roll silently, indulging in it, and their eyes were shaken, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

Xiao Yanran quietly flipped through the Daozang, and somehow, the jade slip in her hand suddenly burned in the air, turning into a black firework that rose and fell in the air, shining a dark shadow, enveloping the entire secret room, and turning into a pitch black.

The black fireworks were about to move, surging and surging, and turned into a human form, and suddenly attacked her.

The sudden vision made Xiao Yanran's face pale, her eyes overflowed with horror, she hurriedly retreated, but she couldn't avoid it.

The black fireworks turned out to be a posture that would not stop until the goal was reached, and the arrogance was violent, and the black flames burst out, evolving into a huge black net, and finally covering her.

When Ji Wuchen and Feng Yuzhen saw this scene, their pupils contracted, and the two looked at each other, both of them looked stunned, and they really couldn't understand what was going on.

In the mirror, a huge net woven by black fireworks firmly binds Xiao Yanran, forcing her whole person to be unable to move.

The black flame swelled, blazing, and Xiao Yanran, who was bathed in it, was still awake at the moment, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was anxious, wanting to dispel the black flame.

The arrogant black flame, like a muddy muscle marrow, follows like a shadow, and it is difficult to distinguish. The delicate body of Xiao Yanran danced and boiled, gradually contracted and then all seeped in, eroding into the body.

But for a moment, with the black fireworks penetrating. Xiao Yanran lost her mind, and the whole person was motionless, in a trance, like a walking corpse.

Chu Lao and Tiger Spirit had already noticed the strange and bizarre Xiao Yanran, and the two panicked, but they had no choice but to wait quietly.

Half an hour had passed, and the two of them hadn't thought of a way to deal with it. Xiao Yanran's delicate body suddenly rose up a cloud of black mist, swirling and boiling, soaring and turbulent, raging, and the evil spirit was compelling.

Two awe-inspiring edges came out of the black mist, stabbing at Chu Lao and the tiger spirit, which made the two of them tremble.

At this time, there was a sudden change again. Xiao Yanran seemed to turn into a mad demon who had lost her mind, she hugged her head and roared, her face was hideous, and her messy three thousand hairs danced in the air, like thousands of black snakes, with teeth and claws.

In a moment, the sound of mad roaring stopped abruptly, Xiao Yanran raised her head slightly, looking at the two of them, all of them had a strange face, the white curtain in her eyes faded, her eyes were dark and shiny, like two black gems flashing, the corners of her mouth were full of indifferent and murderous smiles, and the whole person looked quite evil.

Xiao Yanran, who has changed her normal, seems to have changed as if she is a different person, which makes the two strangers extremely frightened.

With doubts, the tiger spirit asked forward, "Yanran?"

His words were like waking up a sleeping bloodthirsty demon.

Xiao Yanran rolled her eyes, indifferent and ruthless, black flames suddenly rose on her delicate body, lingering and boiling, her dark and shiny eyes burst out and swept towards the tiger spirit, and she raised her hand to slap him fiercely.

"Boom..."

The unsuspecting tiger spirit was instantly slapped away by a palm technique that enveloped the black mist, crashed into the cabinet shelf, and fell to the ground.

At this time, he was cracked all over, coughing up blood, and fell to the ground. The tiger body leaned against the cabinet shelf, slumped on the ground, his eyes still resting on Xiao Yanran's body, and a look of disbelief appeared on his rough face.

This scene also surprised Chu Lao, his face was full of astonishment, he was afraid, and hurriedly retreated to avoid his edge.

However, the slight sound of footsteps is particularly loud in this silent environment.

Xiao Yanran slowly turned her eyes to look at Chu Lao, still with that ruthless face that her six relatives did not recognize, as if she was a ruthless killer who did not have the slightest emotion.

Old Chu looked solemn and didn't say a word, and behind his body, wisps of mist rose and turned into a thick black mist suspended in the air.

Thirteen black Jiao, which was as black as ink, rushed out of the black mist, with a hideous expression, and the fierce light in the dragon's eyes stared at Xiao Yanran, and they were on guard around Chu Lao.

At this time, Chu Lao was helpless, and the opponent was his own people, how could he do it, he could only be passively guarded.

The weird Xiao Yanran saw this scene, and the monstrous killing intent was pervasive, and she came out of her delicate body. The black flames that bound him became more and more manic, boiling endlessly. She slowly raised her soft hand, wanting to crush Chu Lao.

"Don't!" a familiar warbler voice came from Xiao Yanran's delicate body.

A sudden word made her stop her movements suddenly, her face gradually became vicious, her teeth bared and she cried out in pain, her facial features were distorted and condensed, and she looked like she was in pain.

Xiao Yanran's legs were weak, it was difficult to support her delicate body, she knelt on the ground, trembling all over, a pair of slender hands hugged her head tightly and the green tendons bulged, and she suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, and there was a creepy scream.

After a long time, Xiao Yanran recovered as before, still with such a strange face, and after staring at Chu Lao with black eyes, he gritted his teeth, and then suddenly rose up and broke out of the door.